Zombies, horror films, books, and an intense love of animals. These four things pretty much sum up everything you'll ever need to know about me.
I want to leave something behind when I die. And this is not it. So I’m starting over. I don’t care how long it takes, I will learn to be patient. I will learn to trust, to be kind, to smile at strangers, to not judge, to be understanding, to accept change, to be adventurous, and more importantly, to be happy.
I’m deleting this Tumblr a week from today and making a new one just to keep track of myself.
Saying goodbye gets harder every time.
I told myself I was gonna study this weekend and I haven’t done shit. But I do have a seven hour bus ride to look forward to tomorrow, so maybe then I’ll look at my notes.
One more day left and then it’s back to school for three more weeks. I honestly want to cry. At first I thought getting away from my family would be nice, and it was for a while, but I miss the comfort of my own room. I miss being able to stay the night at my boyfriend’s house on those days where he’s too tired, or cuddling up with my dog’s at night when I’m too afraid to sleep by myself. I just miss everything. I haven’t even left yet and I’m already thinking about all the things I’ll miss when I’m gone.
Doctor Who, The Day of the Doctor
The closer it gets to break, the more impatient I am to get home. I just really want to see my boyfriend already. I’ve been missing him a lot lately, and nothing seems to make it better.